I was still wearing my shoes. The staff was paid to wash the sheets after every visit, and by the point we left the field, I’d dressed and undressed so many times in the course of decontamination that I never wanted to remove my clothes again. I’d just wear them until they dissolved, and then spend the rest of my life naked.

Didn't we talk about this?" "HAIL!" "That isn't an answer." I planted my hands on my hips. "Was there a reason for shoving the gummy bears off the counter? Did they tell you they were suicidal? On second thought," I raised a hand, palm out, "don't answer that. If the candy is talking, I don't want to know.

That's Becks. Always ready to offer a helping headshot.

That's the nice thing about insanity: evil people kill you, but crazy ones try to make you understand.

I honestly have no idea what's going on anymore. I just need to find something I can hit. (Shaun Mason)

You know, addressing my crazy by name doesn’t exactly help me stay sane,” I said. “Nothing can help you stay sane at this point, Mason,” said Becks. “That ship has sailed.

I guess in the end, it doesn’t matter what we wanted. What matters is what we chose to do with the things we had.